Chapter 780: The hero returns
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Godly Fisherman
- Lao Yang Ban Xian
- 1804 characters
- 2021-03-04 02:30:44
"Damn! Where did so many people come from?" Xiao Peng was dumbfounded when he got off the plane.
The helicopter parked on the plaza in front of the Arizona State Capitol-----Although this is called the State Capitol, in fact, the governor’s office moved out from here after 1974. The current State Capitol has become a building. museum.
What made Xiao Peng puzzled was that at this time, there were at least a few thousand people around the helicopter, white, black, Asian, and Latino. . . . . . Many people held banners with various slogans: Are they not too hot?
Several people stood in front of the crowd, and Mrs. Sean stood inside. Seeing Xiao Peng stepping off the plane, he smiled and walked in front of Xiao Peng: "Xiao Peng, right? I have to say, your identity is beyond my imagination. But even so, I really can't think of you actually coming back alive. Can't you save me the one million dollar bounty?"
"Hey, Mrs. Sean, can I understand that you are wishing me to die?"
"Well, I don't deny this, so you should call me an old witch."
"Okay, old witch."
"..." Mrs. Sean's smile froze on her face, damn, how could her daughter like such an annoying guy!
"Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel!" Seeing Xiao Peng, the crowd burst into shouts.
Only then did Xiao Peng realize that this is to welcome him, what a big battle! Xiao Peng raised his hand to greet everyone. The crowd cheered together.
"Hero! Hero" did not know who took the lead and shouted.
There is no expression on Xiao Peng's face, but I can hear that it is beautiful in his heart--especially with Mrs. Xiao En by his side: You quickly open your eyes and see, your daughter will not suffer with me, okay?
However, there was also an uncoordinated voice: "Hua Xia Dog! Get out of the Star Striped Nation!" "Hua Xia Pig! This is not where you should be!"
After Xiao Peng heard it, his expression was pulled down, and he followed the prestige, and it was two dozen white men standing there shouting. Xiao Peng said to Mrs. Xiao En, "Old witch, you are here to wait for me." After finishing speaking, raising his feet was like walking along with those white people.
Watching Xiao Peng see himself, the expressions of the white people changed. When they saw Xiao Peng walking towards him, their expressions became even more ugly. They saw Xiao Peng group picking the heroic posture of angels in the video. Not here to deliver meat?
Seeing Xiao Peng's movement, let alone their complexions, even the few people around Mrs. Xiao En were shocked. A man with a big back head quickly walked to Xiao Peng: "Mr. Xiao, please calm down. ."
Xiao Peng gave him a white look: "Someone scolds me like this, scolds my country, scolds my skin color, I still have to be calm? Please let me go! Lao Mu is living in the world for these grandsons to scold me?"
"Take them all away! Don't let them stay here!" The big-backed man shouted behind him, and a group of men in bulletproof vests heard him and directly pushed the white supremacists out of the crowd! Xiao Peng saw that FBI was written on the vest.
"We have the right to speak!" Others were shouting, pushing and pushing the FBI.
"Shut up! We are saving you! The Huaxia people don't tell you idiots about these laws!" An FBI whispered, "Do you have to be happy if he comes here?"
After hearing the FBI's words, several people shut up and left without talking.
The big-backed man saw that everyone was being driven away, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Mr. Xiao, introduce myself, my name is Joe Jason. I belong to the FBI and are responsible for handling this incident."
Xiao Peng looked at him: "Joe, is it that this month has passed, and you haven't figured out this incident? Are there any questions?"
He is now full of confidence, he is now a figure in the limelight, and all walks of life are staring at him. Xiao Peng instantly remembered that when Mandela was just released from prison, if he waved his arms at that time, I am afraid that the entire South African white man would be able to slaughter him. Although he hadn't reached that point, he called for it now. Can toss the Stars and Stripes Nation. The government here is not stupid. Sending Joe Jason must be a mission. Now don't take the opportunity to frustrate them when?
Sure enough, Joe Jason's face turned ugly, but he said nothing. Mrs. Sean said: "Xiao, let's stop talking here, let's go in and talk slowly."
"Go in? Where to go?" Xiao Peng looked at the Arizona State Capitol and said, "You don't mean to go to the museum to talk about things, right?"
Joe Jason interjected: "Mr. Xiao, it is like this. According to our investigation, you like to live in the Fairmont Hotel, and the Fairmont Hotel in Phoenix is here."
Xiao Peng curled his lips: "You are really hardworking. Let's go, I am really tired. Life in the desert during this period is not easy." After speaking, he shouted to the crowd of onlookers: "Thank you for such a hot day. Come here and care about me, so hurry back, it's too hot."
A middle-aged woman in the crowd shed tears after hearing Xiao Peng's words: "The merciful God, the merciful Samuel. We are willing to be here."
Xiao Peng: "..." Xiao Peng wanted to turn around and left, but stopped again. After thinking for a while, he said, "If that's not the case, let's go back and rest. I will contact the church and meet with you in the church. Let's leave first."
Although Xiao Peng himself is an atheist, after all he still has the title of ‘Samuel’ on his head. It’s not like that if he doesn’t do something. What if this group of believers get into trouble? Can't let the kind people suffer because of a few bastards? So Xiao Peng came up with such a way.
Xiao Peng suddenly missed Yang Meng and remembered when the two stood as statues at the entrance of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky Church. The believers here are not as fierce as the Eastern Catholic believers on the side of the fighting nation, right? Specially follow the crotch. Yang Meng can help himself share a lot of firepower.
"Thank God. No matter how good Mr. Samuel is willing to do this." Xiao Peng just finished speaking, and an old man in religious clothing walked to Xiao Peng's side.
Qiao Jason introduced: "This is Priest Aaron." Priest is the official title of Catholic priest. Nearly half of the people in Phoenix are Catholics.
Xiao Peng and Priest Aaron exchanged greetings: "Shall we go to a place with air conditioning? I'm about to get acquainted."
Joe Jason listened to Xiao Peng's words and hurriedly said: "Oh, great, I'm not hot anymore. Oh Shet! What is this?" Joe Jason's attention has been on Xiao Peng, no Notice that there is a honey badger on the ground. Xiao Mi was already mad, but was stepped on by Joe Jason again. It was so angry that he rushed over after Joe Jason.
"God!" Qiao Jason was so scared that his face changed. A person next to him reacted quickly. He took a gun from his pocket and was about to shoot Xiao Mi. He reacted quickly and Xiao Peng reacted even faster. He posted it directly. In the past, he flew a kick and directly kicked his pistol into the sky. Before everyone knew what was happening, the pistol had fallen from the sky and fell directly into Xiao Peng's hands.
This scene stunned the surrounding people. Several FBIs all took out their guns and aimed at Xiao Peng. Xiao Peng stared at him and opened the shelf to start.
However, Xiao Peng's state at this time was a bit weird, and others couldn't see it, but Xiao Peng himself was shocked, his body surface was covered with a layer of magical power of metal attributes. And the front of both hands also protruded two sharp blades of magic power. "Damn, I really become Wolverine?" Xiao Peng said inwardly. But this is not the time to consider this matter, we should solve the immediate problem first.
"Damn it! Put away the gun!" Joe Jason shouted. "Mr. Xiao, for God's sake, help me stop this honey badger."
Xiao Peng ran to catch'Xiao Mi', but Xiao Mi still howled at Qiao Jason. Xiao Peng thought for a while and said to Qiao Jason, "Take off your shoes."
"Huh?" Qiao Jason wondered what Xiao Peng meant, and suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Take off my shoes?"
Xiao Peng said lightly: "You don't want it to pester you all the time, so take your shoes off. Your shoes just attacked this honey badger. He is now full of thoughts about revenge!"
"Vengeance!" After hearing this, Qiao Jason started to curse, can the honey badger still have his shoes after revenge? But he
Nothing could be shown on the face. Had to take off his shoes. Xiao Peng let go, Xiao Mi rushed towards Qiao Jason's shoes, holding the shoes and biting. In a few moments, a pair of leather shoes became fragments.
Seeing that his shoes became like this, Qiao Jason's heart was crying. That was the handmade crocodile leather shoes of Tishion Tony he bought! Such a pair of shoes is thousands of dollars! Although Qiao Jason is an official of the FBI, his income is really not high. This is his most expensive pair of shoes, but it turns into fragments like this? Qiao Jason was aggrieved, who am I offending today?
Looking at Qiao Jason's distressed look, Xiao Peng said lightly: "Mr. Jason, the honey badger I brought broke your shoes. How much are your shoes? I will pay you."
Qiao Jason endured the distressed feeling and smiled and said: "Don't mind this matter, it is my own responsibility. I didn't see this honey badger, Mr. Xiao, let's go to the hotel to rest first. Don't basking here. ."
Xiao Peng nodded: "Okay, there are also shoe sellers in the Fairmont Hotel. You can pick a pair and count it as mine."
Qiao Jason hurriedly waved his hand: "No need, let's go in." He couldn't stand outside, the ground was too hot by the sun, so he wore a pair of socks, just for a while, his feet were almost ripe .
It's really impossible to continue the ink here, and you can smell the meat after the ink is on, still standing here? I really got amputated after standing for a while!
In the end, simply ran to the front and made a gesture of ‘please’ to signal everyone to move forward.
You can buy more shoes if you don’t have them. If you don’t have your feet, there are only tears left. . . . . .